You've got to play this game with fear and arrogance

Friday I've got a date at an organic Vietnamese restaurant with a biomedical engineering grad student from Duke.  If you'd like to know how this ever came about, you should probably ask in person. If that's really out of the question, which it is, I guess I'll just tell you on here.

It was kind of like when your standing at the bar with your friend and a short Asian guy with hair that was definitely styled with bedhead products comes up to you and says his friend's had his eye on you since you walked in. And you're like Aww! Awkward and creepy! But cool! A real live guy has been eyeing me! 

Then you realize this eyeing guy is either 12 or is gently struggling with his sexuality because no guy with balls ever worth dealing with would make his friend go up to you instead of doing it himself. But then eyeing guy appears. And he's tall and dark and averagely handsome and has bifocals even my great grandmother would refuse to wear.  I'm being awful, but plainly honest, and if I had any explanation for why I even started talking to this guy, I would be so set in life, I could graduate next month. 

But I don't, and who really cares. It's not like any other guy was pushing his way through the crowd to come up and talk to me.  (It's also not like any other guy is even the slightest bit as awkward and socially impeded as this one.) 

This guy isn't exactly someone you can explain with words. He's one of those people who has an air about him that you can't quite put your finger on until you see him again.  Which is why it's good he called the next day asking to take me out to dinner. 

I didn't even know what to say. So I said what I would normally say, and I said yes.  I think I'm so obsessed with people and the air they have about them, it didn't phase me that he wasn't fratty or adorable or sexy, I just wanted to be around him more, find out more about his air. And if there's anything worse than being single for the rest of your life, it's being a hippocrate. So for all the complaining and pitiful tweets I share with the world about #singlegirlproblems and sulking on my couch because some boy doesn't like me, I owe this date. Jesus Christ, it's not like we're getting married. It's Vietnamese food for crying out loud.

And with that, i leave you with an all-to-inspiring quote. Which I'm actually leaving more for me, but you can enjoy it, too. 

*I forgot to tell you his name. If I knew how to spell it.

"When everybody else is zigging, you should zag." 

Peace and blessings, 

Shan

^ha, just signed my own blog. Sweet, shan.